Alex stares at you, his hands in the air while you held a gun to his head.

His gaze softens slightly, wondering where he had gone wrong. His men were right about you, yet even with his life in your hands, he can't help but wish he was still holding you.

He wished that this was all just a nightmare, that his world didn't crumble and that you were still in his arms.

But it wasn't.

Alex finally speaks up after what felt like an eternity of silence. "Are you going to pull the trigger, sunshine?"